"Perfect Cell" lyrics

I hang with them shooters, my niggas gorillas for real
He be raking up bullets to pay for his bets
Your opp in this blunt, nigga, can't you tell? Yeah, ooh
Your opp in this blunt, nigga, can't you smell?

Cookin' this shit, then I flip through the mail
Count up this money 'til my fingers swell
Eatin' up my pockets, they fat as a whale
Gucci and Louis are my apparel
My bitch bad, your bitch feral
Bitch, my chain on [?]
She get dumb like country [?]
Slit my wrist and suck my dick if you think that my shit's for sale, bitch

I hang with them shooters, my niggas gorillas for real
He be raking up bullets to pay for his bets
Your opp in this blunt, nigga, can't you tell? Yeah, ooh
Your opp in this blunt, nigga, can't you smell?

Eatin' up my pockets, they fat as a whale
Gucci and Louis are my apparel
My bitch bad, your bitch feral
Bitch, my chain on [?]
She get—
I hang with them shooters, my niggas gorillas for real
He be raking up bullets to pay for his bets
Your opp in this blunt, nigga, can't you tell? Yeah, ooh
Your opp in this blunt, nigga, can't you smell?
Cookin' this shit, then I flip through the mail
Count up this money 'til my fingers swell
Eatin' up my pockets, they fat as a whale
Gucci and Louis are my apparel
My bitch bad, your bitch feral
Bitch, my chain on [?]
She get dumb like country [?]
Slit my wrist and suck my dick if you think that my shit's for sale, bitch